Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1887-10-20


1ns DiscouragIng Experience OF Talk
atIve and Thirsty stranger.
A ssgangling' fellow stood turning
the crank OF a grooming windlass over
n well in a sand hill town of Western
Tennessee He was tall and of that
peculiar form to which the inhabitants
OF that part of the country give the
name of "hip-shot. He evidently
wanted water, but turned the crank
with such lazy unwillingness of move
anent that he might have been mistaken
for man who had been compelled to
perform some wearing task which
would end in a climax of pain. just
as the well-bucket came up. a stranger
sdismounted from horse, approached
sand said:
II have been riding through the
swamps and l think I can enjoy good
drink of water
The native-for such he was-lifted
the bucket up on to sort of shelf. took
of his limp wool hat and began to fan
himself.
The stranger, after waiting for few
moments remarked, more by way OF
hurrying the native than by desire to
be communicative, that during his long
ride he had been unable to get a drink
OF cool water.
The native slowly looked around.
hung his hat on a nail, blew his nose,
threw out quid of tobacco, rinsed his
mouth and then turned to take up his
hat, which, in the meantime, had fall
1en.
stLook here" said the stranger, "are
you going to drink to-dayP"
..HahP"
81 say, are you going to drink to-
.dayP'
"'Lowed I would. Hadenter lowed
ter drink ter-day wouldenter drawed
fhish yefe water till ter-morrer.
He hung his hat on the nail. 1t fell
down. He took up the hat, looked
around. and hung it on the nail. but
Just as he stopped to drink it fell again.
He took it up and was slowly striking
1t against his leg to knock off the dust,
when the stranger said:
s.You certainly don't want drink"
..Hadenter wanted water wouldenter
.drawed it. Amt roun' DRAWN water
fur fun
..Then why don't you drink"
"Ain't in no purtickler hurry"
..But am
''Say you ARP
-.Yes, l do. Drink # you are going
to-
..HahP"
..Confound you, drink if you are go
ing to"
He put his hat on the shelf, and, in
grabbing at it as its gradual unfolding
assured him that it was about to fall,
overturned the bucket, which, with
jingling chain, fell to the bottom of the
well
.'There you've done it!'' the stranger
exclaimed. 'I'll bet it will take you
M hour to draw it up again
'.How much do you wanter put upP"
-zthe native asked.
~~-Confound-"
>.:Ihat's whit yer lowed jest now"
look here, I'm furnishing for wa
ter, and if you don't draw up that
bucket this instant I'll kick you all
around this Internal town. Go ahead
there now"
THAT'S whit 1 low ter do, but when
Yer feel like yer air jest nachully bound
ter kick-when yer think that yer KANT
breathe right well lessen yer do, wy
let yerse'f out, an the fust thing yer
know the ar will be plum full o feet
an shin bones an sich. Say, is that
yo' boss goin' over Their hillp'
The stranger, wheeling around and
catching a glimpse of his treacherous
horse as he disappeared over the brow
~,f tho hill ctartad off at the ton of his
speed, while the native, slowly turning
the crank, muttered:
EFF folks would l'arn ter pay mo- en-
tention ter her erfairs an not talk so
much, this yere country wouldn't be
NIGH so full O. weeds an SIGH. Ever
body comes erlong wants ter talk, it
spears like. I'm gettin' sorter tired,
.ynvse'f ~ ArL,n11saay Traveller